Part 40 (1/2)
Collier grabbed her shoulders and shook.
”Your name is Dominique Cusher! You're a brewmaster and a celibate Christian! Your name is NOT Penelope Gast!”
Had Dominique's eyes...yellowed? Hatred and disgust tightened her face and next- flump!
-Collier was thrown to the bed. Her bare thighs fastened his hips to the mattress as securely as a metal girder, and her hand- Collier began to choke.
Her hand squeezed his throat so hard he thought his vertebrae would separate.
”You will indulge my fancy, sir, or I will kill you-”
Her strength was beyond fathoming. When he grabbed her forearm, it remained firm as a steel post. The hand was digging into his trachea.
”Jesus Christ, you're killing me!” he gagged.
”Um-hmm.” She lowered her crotch. ”Unless you f.u.c.k me right now...”
For a split second, she released his throat and Collier dragged in a breath just before he would've pa.s.sed out. He tried to lurch up- In an inhuman blur, she grabbed one of the pillows and was now vising it against his face with both hands.
Sightless, Collier felt his lungs start to expand.
Her accent sounded so sweet around the ultimately profane words: ”You will f.u.c.k me, sir, and then you will void your bladder-”
Collier was convulsing.
”-or I'll smother you right now.”
Collier wasn't sure if he'd pa.s.sed out or not. Some reflex hooked his fist in an arc; then he felt his knuckles crack into the side of her head.
Dominique fell off the bed.
He jerked to a sitting position, wailing as he sucked in air. Black spots before his eyes began to dissipate. He saw Dominique sprawled on the floor, but- Something unidentified seemed to cover him. The pillow she'd been smothering him with had torn open...
Feathers?
He brushed the unpleasant substance off his face.
What IS this stuff? He almost threw up when he realized it was human hair.
Mostly brown but with swathes of blonde and some streaks of red...
Next, he threw himself off the bed, revolted, but he moved like a madman. Dominique was out cold. He hauled on his clothes, then flopped Dominique around on the floor and redressed her. He skipped the ha.s.sle of putting her underwear on but when he paused and noticed her cross twinkling on the bedpost, he put it back around her neck.
Collier's adrenaline more than made up for his negligible physical strength. He flung Dominique over his shoulder and plodded out of the room.
Oh, Christ...
The stench of urine in the hall choked him like tear gas. He took a few steps, blinking hard, and then suddenly Dominique's unconscious body felt heavy as a sack of bricks. Collier stopped a moment, to reestablish his balance...
Did he hear these words?
”Come inside...”
He looked to find himself standing immediately before the door to the next room.
Room two.
The room that was always locked.
”Come inside my secret room,” came the plush accent.
Collier's eyes were riveted to the doork.n.o.b. Very slowly, it began to turn.
Something clicked...
The voice started to warble.
”Come inside, sir, and oblige a lady...”
The door swung open, revealing a black void. The stench quadrupled and slammed Collier in the face so hard he could've staggered backward and flipped over the rail with Dominique still on his shoulder.
He trudged away just as he thought he detected a shapely nude figure stepping out of the room.
Senseless, Collier tore off like someone wading through mud. He almost fell down the stairs but probably wouldn't have minded because it would've gotten him to the bottom all the more expediently. The stench followed him as though it meant to run him down.
Only a few yards to go! his mind yelled when the vestibule doors surfaced in the murk.
”But, sir,” a squawky male voice rose. ”Why did you not sign your check? You must know that cash money cannot be rendered without your signature...”
The scrawny man sitting at the writing table looked perturbed, wearing an odd red hat.
A gold nose flashed.
Collier actually used his head to bang open the vestibule doors. Then he banged through the next set and was scrambling out into the night.
Before the doors could close behind him, her wanton voice beckoned him one more time: ”It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Collier. I trust you'll be back to see me again very soon...”
Collier flopped Dominique into the car, then drove away from the house. In the rearview, he thought he glimpsed four figures standing between the pillars of the front porch, two of them short, and two taller.
The sound of a dog yapping faded as he sped away.
He parked in front of the restaurant. The town lay dark and silent before them.
But it seemed normal.
Dominique murmured something in her unconsciousness, then curled in the seat, asleep.